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At this critical moment, such a thing happened.
Qian Cangyi took a deep breath, intending to suppress the memories about the character for the time being and recall them in detail after reaching a safe place.
The problem was, these memories simply couldn't be suppressed.
The constantly emerging images kept distracting Qian Cangyi's attention.
Originally, he could still plan things out while escaping, but now, he was unable to divert his thoughts.
In the tidy and clean hospital room, a woman with a pale and weak complexion lied on the bed.
"Why? Why?" The woman's eyes were lifeless, as if she had reached the end of her life, and before reaching the end, she had tried hard to fill herself with confidence.
"The doctor said they can't diagnose the illness, maybe it's psychological, and as long as you stop thinking about those things, you won't have a problem…" A familiar voice sounded; it was Qian Cangyi's own voice.
